New Year’s is the holiday toward which I feel the most conflicted. And that makes sense, I think; it’s an invitation to look both backward at the year you’re leaving behind and forward into the one ahead. It’s both of these things, and it’s both of these things at once. It’s the end of a chapter. You may not be finished digesting what you’ve read, but somebody’s already turning the page for you.

I’m not sorry to say goodbye to 2013. It was, in all honesty, the hardest year I’ve ever had to endure. Personally, professionally, emotionally, romantically, financially…I’m not sure I had even a week during which I didn’t have to worry about something immediate and pressing.

The saddest part? I kind of miss it.

That’s New Year’s for you.

Kate and I split up this past year. For good. That’s both a sadness and a relief. A problem and a solution. A regret and a milestone. There’s no need to delve into detail, because the detail isn’t what matters. And, besides, if we were to divide up all of the negativity in that relationship I’m positive that at least half of it would have been mine. I don’t intend to shift any blame. I don’t think that would do anybody any good.

But sometimes you step back and look at something and you don’t know what to think. If you’re captaining a ship that goes down without you, wouldn’t you feel relieved to be alive just as much as you’re sorry to lose the ship? Conversely, wouldn’t you be just as sorry to lose the ship as you are relieved to be alive? Checks and balances. Swings and roundabouts. Yin and yang.

It’s all tangled together. “I don’t like you,” Smokey Robinson sang, “but I love you.” And he wasn’t being clever. He was being honest.

And so I’m here, bidding farewell to the most difficult year of my life…the year during which I managed, somehow, to lose more than I actually had. And yet I can’t help but think back and…well, and smile. And sometimes laugh. Because if I had the chance to do it all over again, even if I couldn’t change the outcome, I probably would.

That’s what New Year’s does to me. I start thinking about everything that won’t be making the trip into 2014 with me. And I get sad. Because all I really want is to take everything with me. To get it right to the point that I don’t have to leave things behind all the time…or get left behind by them. Somewhere, inside of me, there’s a man who could have done everything right. I know there is. And maybe some years he gets his way more than others. But I only seem to notice when he doesn’t.

There are a lot of sad things about It’s a Wonderful Life, but my personal favorite is the fact that George is kind of a dick. The film hinges on the idea that he has an innate goodness about him, and that’s true, because when it comes down to making a fateful decision, he places everyone else’s needs before his own. However in the long spaces in between those fateful decisions, he’s an ass. He doesn’t realize what he has. He barely seems to want it. He’s caustic and dismissive and self-pitying. Clarence doesn’t just ask about why he wishes he was never born; Clarence asks why the fuck he can’t appreciate how much he has. The ending isn’t uplifting because he stays out of jail…the ending is uplifting because he returns home grateful to see his family, and you get the sense that it’s been a long, long time since that happened.

I’m sorry, I guess is what I’m trying to say. I’m sorry that I’m a dick. I’m sorry that I didn’t get this year right. I’m sorry that I tried to do all of the wrong things, and didn’t try very hard to do the right ones. I’m not a bad guy, but I sure as hell made a lot of bad decisions.

In spite of that, there have been more great people in my life than I even deserved. And I number my readers here among them. This blog, as silly as it may sound, has been my one constant throughout a year of ups and downs. And it’s not just because I have a place to write and post my meandering nonsense…it’s because of you. You, right there, reading this.

I know. I get mushy sometimes. It won’t happen often. I think I just wanted to take a moment to reflect, to look back, and to acknowledge. I could easily paint myself as a hero for making it this far alive. I could just as easily paint myself as a tragic figure deserving of your commiserations. I don’t want to do either.

I just want to be a human being who’s big enough to learn from what’s happened, and small enough to understand that he deserved a good deal of it.

It’s okay. It’s okay, because the world keeps spinning. We move along, we move onward, and we move upward. Because that’s all we can do. And I can look back on 2013 and cringe at some things and wish I could hold on to others. But I can’t change 2013.

And neither can you.

On the flipside, I’ve got total control over 2014. Not in terms of what happens, but in terms of how I react to it. That’s my responsibility, and it’s one that I’ll take.

In Gravity’s Rainbow there’s a very moving sequence toward the end of the book when one of the central characters reflects upon just how much he’s lost, and we are made privy to his Partial List of Wishes on Evening Stars for This Period.

His wishes are selfish, selfless, practical, impossible, desperate. They can’t all come true…but if even one of them does, then he’s that much further ahead.

Of course, there’s no guarantee that any of them will come true. And that’s okay. What’s important is that you take the time to identify what it is you need. Because until you do that, you have no hope of finding it.

Thank you for helping me through 2013. I’m grateful for every last one of you…and I’m glad that you’re all coming into the new year along with me. We’ll take a cup of kindness, yet. For auld lang syne.

The episode opens with ALF starting a motherfucking grease fire. Does it really even matter if I explain why that happens?

I know this is a sitcom. I know we need to suspend disbelief…and I’m happy to do that. Many of my favorite television programs have been absurdist works. Tim & Eric Awesome Show Great Job, Get a Life, The League of Gentlemen, Father Ted…the list goes on. That isn’t just a handful of shows I enjoy…that’s a list, as far as I’m concerned, of some of the best television ever made.

Of course realistic shows have at least as much potential to rocket up my list of favorites, as my undying love for the original Office will attest, but my point is that I have nothing against absurd shows. I’m willing to suspend disbelief as much as necessary — and more — in order to embrace what absurd programming has to offer.

But ALF doesn’t come off as absurd. I certainly wouldn’t argue that it comes off as realistic, either, but the problem is that it attempts to occupy some kind of hazy middle ground. Its premise is rife with absurdity, but once you get past the fact than an alien lives in the house, there’s nothing left. From then on, it might as well be realistic.

Aside from a few jokey comments here and there — an average of what seems like well less than one per episode — there’s nothing that separates ALF as a character from any number of wacky neighbors, annoying relatives or devious hobos. In Mork & Mindy, you knew you were watching a show about an alien even though Robin Williams looked as human as anyone else. Here, if you tuned into any given episode of ALF the odds are good that you’d only know he’s an alien because he doesn’t look human. His behavior, his words and his hare-brained schemes are too human.

That’s the problem. The problem isn’t that I can’t suspend disbelief for ALF…the problem is that ALF isn’t asking me to.

This can work, but in order for it to work the show needs to be in on the joke. In Get a Life the comedy came from the fact that insane characters and preposterous situations existed within a universe that felt exactly like and was structured exactly like a 1950s sitcom. The disparity between the concept and the execution enhanced the comedy rather than confused it.

I’d also point to The Venture Bros. here as perhaps the gold standard of tonal disparity; each episode opens with an action-packed credits sequence suggesting thrilling adventures, dangerous adversaries and last-minute escapes…but the episodes themselves are about the characters’ downtime. They might be dealing with mundane concerns in bizarre, impossible ways, but the fact remains that we’re always catching these characters when they’re not really up to much, and, again, that fuels the comedy. A quiet conversation between an employee and his boss about a deceased colleague isn’t funny on its own…but put the employee and his boss in rubber butterfly costumes and stick them in a treehouse, and the entire perspective changes.

I’m not angry that ALF is absurd…I’m angry that ALF doesn’t seem to know it’s absurd. An alien coming to Earth and doing nothing alien can be funny…but the show has to realize why it’s funny. Instead, it doesn’t. ALF just keeps starting fires and chasing cats and crashing cars and every episode does its best to hide the fact that ALF is an alien rather than embrace it. The show refuses to mine the richest comic vein it has at its disposal. It’s thoroughly disappointing, and it makes it even more ridiculous that Willie and Kate wouldn’t throw him out.

So, yes, he just started a grease fire in the kitchen. That’s the joke. What if he killed the kids?

An absurd show could make the callousness on display here — and letting ALF continue to live in this house is absolutely an act of callousness — a great joke. Instead it’s just an excuse for Willie and Kate to make silly faces while ALF consistently puts their lives and their children’s lives in jeopardy.

After the opening credits we get another missed opportunity, as Willie says grace.

So, Willie’s religious? I’ve mentioned it before, but this would certainly be a great time to discuss the ways that somebody’s faith might be shaken — or at least need to evolve — upon encountering irrefutable proof of extra-terrestrial life. Why aren’t we privy, even in the form of a tossed-off joke, to how Willie’s managed to rectify his spirituality with the fact that he lives with a god-damned alien?

That’s the kind of story that would make far better use of this show’s central concept. Instead, though, the writers want to talk about a much more pressing concern: where the Tanners will go on their vacation.

They want to go to San Diego, but since they can’t let ALF be seen in public and also can’t leave him alone in the house unless they want to come home to a smoking crater, they decide not to go anywhere at all.

This is at least circling the idea that ALF is an alien, but a show like American Dad! handles things like that much more interestingly. By allowing Roger to adopt alternate personas, they not only allow him to get out of the house, but they throw the door wide open for new and unique plot possibilities. Here, yes, they are at least conscious of the fact that ALF is an alien (a far cry from the episode where they ran around town asking everybody if they’d seen the space-monster that lives in their laundry room), but “we can’t go anywhere” isn’t a very interesting place for that to lead.

The one time they acknowledge this fact it’s so they have an excuse to give us a boring episode, and that’s insane. You are writing a show about an alien. If you’re doing that, you should be able to invent incredible storylines. I don’t understand why the ALF writing staff alternates between ignoring it completely and acknowledging it for the sake of avoiding writing anything interesting.

I will give credit where credit is due, however: the set designers or the prop folks bothered to hang singed curtains in the kitchen, even though we don’t actually go into that room and can only glimpse them briefly behind Willie. That’s some downright uncommon attention to detail for this show, and I like that. Whoever bothered to add such a lovely touch to a terrible episode like this one, I hope you’ve moved on to productions more worthy of your enthusiasm.

Anyway the kids are disappointed that the family can’t go anywhere, but they don’t blame ALF. In fact, they reassure him that it’s not his fault. Even though, you know, it absolutely, unquestionably is his fault.

This is disappointing, too, because it’s another missed opportunity for a good story. Willie and Kate regularly get sick of ALF’s shenanigans, but Lynn and Brian stick up for him. Now that he’s taking away their vacation, though, wouldn’t it be nice to see what happens when the whole family is sick of him? How would he handle that? How would he win them back?

I’m not going to argue that it would be a very good episode — I’d be insane to argue that at this point — but it would at least be a good idea for an episode. Instead, there’s no conflict. Why is there no conflict?

The family decides that they can go camping, which will solve both problems: they won’t have to worry about anyone seeing ALF, and ALF will still be right at hand to ruin every moment of their lives.

Kate is disappointed that nobody else wants to stash ALF in a kennel, which would pretty much make her my soul mate if the writing was more consistent.

She then starts making a list of the things they will need, and we only barely hear “pork and beans” and “wolf repellent” before we fade into the next scene. There’s no laughter, so I think it’s safe to conclude that these are really the first two things the ALF writing staff thinks you take camping. They…don’t get out much.

Willie is driving the RV they rented, and everyone apart from Kate sings that bottles-of-beer-on-the-wall song. There’s a decently funny moment when Brian asks his mother why she isn’t singing, and she replies that she doesn’t know the words. Her line is delivered with a perfectly calculated snip of bitchiness and I actually like that a lot. Every so often there’s a hint of characterization that happens in spite of the script. I cherish moments like those.

The audience barely laughs, though, so maybe I’m wrong to find it funny. I guess we’re only supposed to laugh when ALF traps four people in a burning house.

What’s weird watching this is how well ALF and Willie are getting along. I sort of remembered Willie as barely tolerating ALF, but so far in the run he’s been pretty supportive of the guy who keeps ruining his life. Of course, there have definitely been moments when Willie flips out, but watching them sing the song together is like watching two reunited college roommates. What a weird show. They aren’t even able to keep the central relationships consistent.

They stop singing and Lynn says she’s going to write a letter to her boyfriend. I don’t know who that is, or why she’d want to write to him when she’s going camping and won’t be able to mail it until she gets back anyway. More confusing, though, is the fact that this never comes up in the episode again. It’s as though the writers felt the need to invent a reason for her to not be involved in the rest of the scene, but Brian and Kate aren’t involved either and they don’t get any excuse.

Couldn’t they have just had her put on some headphones or something? Why have her announce that she’s nonsensically writing a letter she can’t mail if it’s not going to have any bearing on anything? See what I mean about the show not being in on its own absurdity? It isn’t even aware of the things it’s making its characters do.

ALF asks Willie if he can take the wheel, but Willie declines for the reason that ALF doesn’t know how to drive. Last week’s entire episode hinged upon the fact that ALF could somehow drive, admittedly not very well, but still. I would be fine with it if Willie’s justification was based on the events of “Baby, You Can Drive My Car,” but they aren’t. They don’t even remember it.

This is reinforced by the fact that ALF defends his driving abilities by saying, “I drove through the cosmos, didn’t I?” Why wouldn’t he have said “I drove a Ferrari last week, remember? It’s why your family is dirt poor now and your great grandkids will be working to pay off your debt.”

Easy, because that didn’t happen. This is a new episode and those events occurred in total isolation from everything we’re about to see. It’s really bizarre, especially since these episodes are back to back. Again, I’m not a huge continuity guy or anything, but they could get the same point across if they’d just rewritten the line slightly so that instead of ALF drawing a parallel between driving this motor vehicle and flying a space-ship ten episodes ago, he could draw a parallel between driving this motor vehicle and driving the motor vehicle that he just drove last week.

Anyway, ALF wrenches control of the steering wheel away from Willie, which I guess is the joke because the audience of dead people goes nuts. I said it a few weeks ago but I’ll say it again here: I’m grateful for the laugh track. Without it I’d never now that ALF repeatedly attempting to murder four innocent people was supposed to be funny.

Nobody says anything to ALF about what he just did. The scene ends after the RV almost collides with another driver. Wouldn’t it have been hilarious if they hit that guy and killed him? Man, I’m cracking up just thinking about it.

What a wonderful lesson for kids watching this show at home! It’s so funny to violently yank the steering wheel while somebody’s driving along at 60 miles per hour.

How does nobody pull over and bawl ALF out for this shit? Again, this is beyond suspending disbelief. A show like It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia would definitely have a character do this, but even then there’d probably be some consequence. Granted, it could be a warped sort of consequence that sees the gang okay but some innocent people injured, but It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia is aware of the fact that this is wrong. It plays with our expectations and, whether you like the show or not, it’s at least clear that the show is aware of what it is doing.

Here it’s just ALF showing all the kids at home a really funny prank they can try for themselves. God damn this show.

In the next scene the RV is stuck somewhere, and I thought maybe it was because ALF drove it into a ditch or something, but, no. Again, no consequence. They made it to the campground just fine, but they’re stuck inside because it’s raining.

Here’s another example of where a small rewrite would have made a world of difference. Instead of the rain, why not have it so that ALF hit a tree? Or drove over something that pierced the tire? The family is still stuck in that case, the story can still progress exactly as it does, but you tie some elements of your plot together so that it’s not just a mess of moments that occur in sequence but have little to no bearing on each other.

It would also give Willie’s upcoming tantrum a lot more justification, but who cares about that, right? How is this show this lousy? Really, I’m not asking for spoilers here, but does it actually get any better?

Anyway, they’re all stuck in the RV so Willie suggests a game. They can’t play Scrabble because ALF ate all the pieces, though. Hilarious. I don’t understand why the only way they want to show us that ALF is an alien is by having him eat things that aren’t meant to be eaten. There’s really nothing else you can have this guy do?

Willie suggests charades instead, and there’s another funny line when Lynn says that she doesn’t like charades, because she always feels like everybody’s watching her.

It’s funnier in isolation than it is in the larger context of the episode and the show, though, because I honestly don’t know if Lynn is just saying something silly, or if she’s supposed to be some kind of bimbo.

Also, does anyone say bimbo anymore? Honest question. I remember hurting myself laughing when Harvey Keitel called Ed Norton a bimbo in Moonrise Kingdom just because I hadn’t heard that word in what felt like decades. And also because it was Harvey Keitel calling Ed Norton a bimbo. Now that’s comedy.

Willie eventually gets upset because ALF keeps screaming unreasonable demands at him and blaming him for the shitty trip, even though it’s been repeatedly established that ALF is the reason for the shitty trip. Willie loses his temper, but, ultimately, his point is that ALF should be more considerate, which seems pretty reasonable to me. So, of course, what happens is that ALF storms off into the rain and sad music plays and the camera zooms in on Willie as though he’s the villain.

Again: this show has no idea what it’s doing.

After the commercial the family is displeased at Willie for no reason. Seriously, all that happened is that ALF stood up and left of his own volition, in a fit of self-righteous indignation, and Willie said, “Okay, you can leave if you’d like to, and that might be a good idea since you keep trying to kill us.”

I have to admit, I never expected to take Willie’s side on anything, ever, but here we are. Even Kate is angry at him, which means she can’t even be consistently characterized within a single episode. Is it really that hard to pick a direction and stick with it? Why even have five main characters if you’re not going to give them reliable traits at any point? Why not just have one character who does whatever the fuck the script needs him to do at that point? It’s better than having five that revert to being blank slates at the beginning of every scene.

Willie is guilted into going out to find ALF, who we see has stumbled upon a filthy shack somewhere. He peers inside and sees nobody, so he opens the door and steps inside. When he does, we see the midget again! Yay!

It’s been a few episodes since we’ve seen the midget. I’m always excited to see him, even if I can’t decide if the job of slipping into an ALF suit and shuffling from one side of the set to the other every few weeks is a great job or a demeaning one.

Anyway, ALF dicks around in the shack for a while, and then some manly hunters come home.

You can tell they’re manly because they wash their Oreo cookies down with Jack Daniel’s.

ALF hides from them while they stand around bickering about a rabbit that one of them scared off before the other could shoot it. It has no bearing on anything but they make sure to discuss it as long as necessary to pad out the episode. When they’re absolutely sure that the episode will hit a full 20 minutes, one of them heads over to the bed and sits on it.

ALF groans, because I guess he was under there. The hunters cock their rifles, and I shut the episode off and go to bed, secure in the assumption that ALF was shot to death and I don’t have to review any more of this shit.

…no. I don’t. :( I’m in this for the long-haul. You fucks.

They pull the blankets back and we ALF hiding beneath the highest bed in the history of indoor furniture. Look at how much room is under there! He shouldn’t have groaned when that guy sat on the bed; it’s roomier under there than it is in most people’s apartments.

Our alien hero whimpers and tries to get the hunters to refrain from killing him by acting pitiful. He could always say, “Don’t shoot me, bro,” since it’s not like he has much to lose at this point, and keeping his alienism a secret wouldn’t be of much benefit to anyone if he was dead, but that’s okay. He can communicate through whimpers if he wants.

What’s not okay is that one of the hunters assumes he’s a dog. This happened in “Looking for Lucky” as well, and ALF doesn’t look any more like a dog now than he did then.

And — take a shot, readers — here’s yet another example of where a small rewrite would have helped the episode immensely. Remember all that shit about how it was raining so hard nobody could leave the RV? Well, I guess it cleared up by now, but all you’d have to do is have ALF slip and fall in some mud. That would justify the rain as a plot device, and would also go some way toward making it possible for him to be mistaken for an animal. If he’s covered in mud, there could at least be some confusion over whether or not he’s a dog. Now, though, when he’s so clearly not a dog, it just makes the rest of the world look like idiots.

The fat one goes out to get his chainsaw so they can eat ALF, and then ALF comes out from under the bed and starts talking to the skinny one. This is just more confusing; if he’s willing to talk to one of them, why wouldn’t he have been willing to talk to both of them?

Maybe the idea is that ALF was more scared of the fat one, but that didn’t really come across on screen. They’re just two moronic hunters with no distinguishing characteristics beyond their respective weights.

Anyway, ALF tells the skinny one to “get even with” his friend. Get even for what? Who knows. Nobody cares.

The skinny one agrees. Why? Who knows. Nobody cares.

The fat guy comes back with the chainsaw, and then Willie comes in, too. ALF goes back to whimpering to get Willie’s attention for some reason, even though he was just talking a second ago, one of the guys already knows he speaks English, and now the only man who can rescue him is here looking for him.

I don’t know. None of this makes any sense. Willie does notice ALF, though, because if he didn’t this episode would be a two-parter, and the fact that it isn’t is the first small mercy the writing staff has ever afforded me.

Whatever. The point is that Willie found him and they’re reunited. Nobody bothers to ask how he found him, so I’ll just assume that he found him by following the trail of families slain by ALF’s antics.

The hunters still want to eat the dog, though, so they rev up the chainsaw and Willie gives them $50 each to let ALF go. He also hems and haws for a bit because this is a lot of money to him, but the fact remains that this is the smallest amount of money he’s ever had to lay out for ALF’s misbehavior, by a factor of several thousand.

Then they let ALF go. Hooray.

Jesus Christ, for an episode about an alien being trapped in a torture house by two rednecks, this sure is boring.

Nevermind my earlier question; I’ve decided that the job of wearing the ALF suit is demeaning.

Anyway, these two boobs sit down in the woods and argue for a moment about the correct direction back to the RV. They eventually decide which way to go and the episode ends. Good shit, right there. We don’t even find out which direction was correct…the episode just comes to a dead stop. What was the point of this? Was “On the Road Again” twenty seconds too short?

Back at the house ALF shows vacation slides to the family, and the big punchline is that after Willie rescued him, ALF set the RV on fire and destroyed it. Hilarious. So I guess that’s one more major expense for the Tanner family, but none of them seem even slightly bothered by it and they all enjoy reliving the great memories they shared with the alien dick-hole that won’t move out of the house.

This episode was terrible.

It ends with a reprise of still frames from the pilot episode, which has happened in about two or three other episodes, even though I didn’t mention it then. It’s weird. Some episodes end with long repeated scenes from the episode, others have their own still frames, and last week there were clips punctuated with still frames.

It’s always different, and I don’t know why. It’s like they can’t decide what to do with their end credits, so they keep trying new things. And if they run out of time, they just slap on the same credits from the pilot. It’s so slapdash.

But I don’t know why I’d expect anything else at this point. Oh well. At least next week is the Christmas episode.

Yes, this was real. No, this is not a hilarious joke. (Though, truth be told, it is pretty hilarious.)

In 1980, the Pac-Man Christmas Album was released, and thanks to friend of the website Ed Adams, I’ve got a digital version of the original, long out of print LP for your downloading and listening pleasure.

The interesting thing about this, to me, is that Pac-Man — while undoubtedly iconic — doesn’t really have a distinct personality, or roster of rich characters. An in-character album of new Christmas tunes and covers of old classics seems crazy to me, since Pac-Man can sound like anything and say anything because we have no idea who Pac-Man is.

It’s not like a Super Mario Christmas album or something…which I’m sure would be just as awful, but would at least have had some vaguely-defined characters upon which to base its conceit. Here it’s just a yellow circle singing about Jesus with his family of yellow circles. That’s distilled insanity right there.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Actually, no I don’t. “Under the Tree” is a masterpiece, though. Who would have thought Pac-Baby would have such potential as a lyricist? And it’s worth listening to simply because it climaxes with the ghosts feeling the Christmas spirit for the first time, and apparently orgasming loudly.

God bless us, every one.

The Pac-Man Christmas Album
1) The Magic of Christmas
2) Snowflakes and Frozen Lakes
3) Under the Tree
4) Dialogue 1
5) Deck the Halls
6) An Old Fashioned Christmas
7) Dialogue 2
8) Some Days Are More Important
9) Dialogue 3
10) Friends Again
11) We Wish You a Merry Christmas
(Download)

Honestly, though, thanks so much for coming out. It was a great turnout and a hell of a lot of fun. There were about 30 minutes’ worth of technical difficulties up front, then plenty more as the night went on, but man I couldn’t have asked for a better, funnier group of folks to tough it out.

That was great. And, I mean this, that chatroom commentary over the Lassie episode was some of the funniest stuff I’ve ever read.

Someone evidently reported the stream, for whatever reason, which really sucks because it was almost over anyway, and I kind of had an ending planned but OH WELL.

Now I lost my twitch channel, which I don’t really care about. I would have preferred to say a proper thank you and goodnight.

But, well, it was a lot of fun while it lasted. Thanks for taking the time…I mean that sincerely. I’ve got a great group of readers here…and that’s more flattering to me than a larger number of readers could ever be.

Don’t forget! You have plans tonight! Tell your wife to fuck off! We’re having an online Xmas party, and you gotsta be there!

WHAT: The First Annual Noiseless Chatter Xmas Party!DATE: TONIGHT! Monday, December 23TIME: 8:00pm Eastern time (calculate the time for your location here)

WHERE:http://www.twitch.tv/philipjreed DETAILS: We’ll be streaming the first-season Christmas episode of ALF, as well as seven (count ’em!) other mystery Christmas specials from various “classic” television shows.

A live chatroom will be open throughout the stream, but I think you need to sign up for a twitch.tv account if you’d like to participate in that aspect. (You can do that by clicking “Sign Up” here.) I suggest you do…it’s quick and easy. Aaaaand…

If you do log into the chat, you’ll be eligible to participate in the all-night Christmas trivia contest! With real prizes! You might not want any of them, but they are real!

Additionally I’ve recorded an hour’s worth of host segments to link the shows together, so you can count on some great comedy. Even if you don’t like it, it’s great, and the problem is with you.

IN SUMMARY:ALF. Other terrible shows. Comedy. Trivia. Fabulous prizes to be won.

REGISTER: Not necessary to do so, since I’ll be sure to bake enough gingerbread men for all, but if you like you can register for the event on Facebook, and then you’ll get a reminder or something, I think. I don’t know. Either way, though, you should like the Noiseless Chatter page on Facebook. I post lots of horse shit there. Even more than I post here.

I’ll see you tonight! Don’t be late! Or early! Learn to manage your time better!